Friday November 14th, 2003, 7 PM, at Epworth Church
PROGRAM
Prelude
Rameau's "tres gai", for four hands piano
Ist part
"Thoughts", for perfume and piano solo
"The Flying Thong", for piano and prepaired piano
"On Believes", for poet and prepaired piano.
On a book by Christina Weaver.
INTERMISSION
Interlude
"Adios Muchachos" Argentine tango, four hands piano players,
an "impromptu" arrangement.
IInd part
A Tango Suite, piano recording by Eduardo Silveira.
Two Family Tangos
"Reencuentro", by Coca y Eduardo Silveira
"Reality", lyrics by Bocha Gallo, music by Eduardo Silveira
Songs from Web Site Story
Silveira's new videOpera
Invitation for a trip
Please trim!, Commissioned by Alicia Miller and Pat Ross.
Covenant
Some Brazilian, Mexican, and American Songs
"Waters of March", by Antonio Carlos Jobin
"What a difference a day makes", by Maria Grever
"People", by Bob Merrill
"Shadow of your smile", by J. Mandel
"Strangers in the night", by Kaempfert/Singleton/Snyder
Please, join us in our reception at the front room

From Web Site Story

Web Site Story's Songs Lyrics
INVITATION FOR A TRIP
My friends, nice guys
Come to the gay world
Come on, enjoy it
lets make it together.
Love and lust
models, the best!
in a world
that seems like hell...
There is nothing but beauty
joy, calm and pleasure...
PLEASE TRIM!
Please trim!
the Bushes for peace.
Because when push comes to shove
we'll have another horrid war!
Please trim!
the Bushes for peace.
I'm a democrat gay guy
up front with you
I do not lie!
Please trim!
the Bushes for peace.
the world need progress
development
clean environmental programs.
Please trim!
the Bushes for peace!
"COVENANT", by Tennessee Williams
If you are happy
I will give you an apple
If you are anxious
I may twist your arm
But if you like to
I'll be Happy to hold you
close to my heart forever
and do you no harm
If I am happy
will you give me that apple?
if i am anxious
you may twist my arm...
But if you like to
I'll be happy if you hold me
Close to heart for ever
and do me no harm
This is a bargain
only two can make it,
this is a covenant
offered with desperate calm
it;s been uncertain
that lovers can drive out daemons
with the gift of an apple
and the twist of an arm.
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Some Brazilian, Mexican, Argentine and American Songs

Brazil:
"Water of March", by Antonio Carlos Jobin
Águas de Março
"É pau, é pedra,
é o fim do caminho
É um resto de toco,
é um pouco sozinho
É um caco de vidro,
é a vida, é o sol
É a noite, é a morte,
é o laço, é o anzol
É peroba do campo,
é o nó da madeira
Caingá candeia,
é o matita-pereira
É madeira de vento,
tombo da ribanceira
É o mistério profundo,
é o queira ou não queira
É o vento ventando,
é o fim da ladeira
É a viga, é o vão,
festa da cumeeira
É a chuva chovendo,
é conversa ribeira
Das águas de março,
é o fim da canseira
É o pé, é o chão,
é a marcha estradeira
Passarinho na mão,
pedra de atiradeira
É uma ave no céu,
é uma ave no chão
É um regato, é uma fonte,
é um pedaço de pão
É o fundo do poço,
é o fim do caminho
No rosto o desgosto,
é um pouco sozinho
É um estrepe, é um prego,
é uma ponta, é um ponto
É um pingo pingando,
é uma conta, é um conto
É um peixe, é um gesto,
é uma prata brilhando
É a luz da manhã,
é o tijolo chegando
É a lenha, é o dia,
é o fim da picada
É a garrafa de cana,
o estilhaço na estrada
É o projeto da casa,
é o corpo na cama
É o carro enguiçado,
é a lama, é a lama
É um passo, é uma ponte,
é um sapo, é uma rã
É um resto de mato,
na luz da manhã
São as águas de março
fechando o verão
É a promessa de vida
no teu coração
É uma cobra, é um pau,
é João, é José
É um espinho na mão,
é um corte no pé
São as águas de março
fechando o verão
É a promessa de vida
no teu coração
É pau, é pedra,
é o fim do caminho
É um resto de toco,
é um pouco sozinho
É um passo, é uma ponte,
é um sapo, é uma rã
É um belo horizonte,
é uma febre terçã
São as águas de março
fechando o verão
É a promessa de vida
no teu coração"
Waters of March
It's stick, it's stone
It's the end of the road
It's a rest of stump
It's a little alone
It's a shard of glass
It is life, it's the sun
It is night, it is death
It's the snare, it's the fishhook
It's peroba of the field
It’s the knot in the wood
Lamp caingá tree
It's the matita-pereira tree
It's wind-resistant wood
Falls of the ravine
It's the profound mystery
It's the you wish or you don’t
It's the wind blowing
It's the end of the slope
It's the beam, it's the span
The new roof party
It's the rain raining
It’s riverbank talk
Of the waters of March
It's the end of the struggle
It's the foot, it's the ground
It's the walk on the road
Small bird in the hand
A slingshot stone
It’s a bird in the sky
It’s a bird on the ground
It's a creek, it's a fountain
It's a piece of bread
It's the bottom of the well
It's the end of the way
In the face the annoyance
It's a little lonely
It's a thorn, it's a nail
It's a point, it’s a dot
It's a drop dripping
It's an tally, it’s a tale
It's a fish, it’s a gesture
It's silver shining
It's the morning’s light
It's the brick arriving
It's the firewood, it's the day
It's the end of the trail
It's the bottle of liquor
Splinter in the road
It’s the house’s design
It's the body in bed
It's the broken down car
It's the mud, it's the mud
It's a footstep, it's a bridge
It's a toad, it's a frog
It's a rest of brush
In the morning’s light
They are the waters of March
Closing the summer
It's the promise of life
In your heart
It's a snake, it’s a stick
It's John, it's Joseph
It's a thorn in the hand
It's the cut on the foot
They are the waters of March
Closing the summer
It's the promise of life
In your heart
It's stick, it's stone
It's the end of the road
It's a rest of stump
It's a little alone
It's a footstep, a bridge
It's a toad, it's a frog
It's a beautiful horizon
It’s a tertian fever
They are the waters of March
Closing the summer
It's the promise of life
In your heart
Jobim himself re-wrote these lyrics for the English version.
It's a whole new poem:
Waters of March
A stick, a stone,
It's the end of the road,
It's the rest of a stump,
It's a little alone
It's a sliver of glass,
It is life, it's the sun,
It is night, it is death,
It's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms,
A fox in the brush,
A knot in the wood,
The song of a thrush
The wood of the wind,
A cliff, a fall,
A scratch, a lump,
It is nothing at all
It's the wind blowing free,
It's the end of the slope,
It's a beam, it's a void,
It's a hunch, it's a hope
And the river bank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the end of the strain,
The joy in your heart
The foot, the ground,
The flesh and the bone,
The beat of the road,
A slingshot's stone
A fish, a flash,
A silvery glow,
A fight, a bet,
The range of a bow
The bed of the well,
The end of the line,
The dismay in the face,
It's a loss, it's a find
A spear, a spike,
A point, a nail,
A drip, a drop,
The end of the tale
A truckload of bricks
in the soft morning light,
The shot of a gun
in the dead of the night
A mile, a must,
A thrust, a bump,
It's a girl, it's a rhyme,
It's a cold, it's the mumps
The plan of the house,
The body in bed,
And the car that got stuck,
It's the mud, it's the mud
Afloat, adrift,
A flight, a wing,
A hawk, a quail,
The promise of spring
And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the promise of life
It's the joy in your heart
A stick, a stone,
It's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump,
It's a little alone
A snake, a stick,
It is John, it is Joe,
It's a thorn in your hand
and a cut in your toe
A point, a grain,
A bee, a bite,
A blink, a buzzard,
A sudden stroke of night
A pin, a needle,
A sting, a pain,
A snail, a riddle,
A wasp, a stain
A pass in the mountains,
A horse and a mule,
In the distance the shelves
rode three shadows of blue
And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the promise of life
in your heart, in your heart
A stick, a stone,
The end of the road,
The rest of a stump,
A lonesome road
A sliver of glass,
A life, the sun,
A knife, a death,
The end of the run
And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the end of all strain,
It's the joy in your heart.
Mexico:
CUANDO VUELVA A TU LADO
(TANGO/BOLERO)
Letra y Musica de Maria Grever
Cuando vuelva a tu lado
no me niegues tus besos
que el amor que te he dado
no podrás olvidar
no me preguntes nada
que nada he de explicarte
que el beso que negaste
ya no lo puedes dar
Cuando vuelva a tu lado
y este sola contigo
las cosas que te digo
no repitas jamás
por compasion
une tu labio al mio
y entrechame en tus brazos
y cuenta los latidos
de nuestro corazón.
In English: "What a difference a day made"
What a difference a day made
Twenty-four little hours
Brought the sun and the flowers
Where there used to be rain
My yesterday was blue, dear
Today I'm part of you, dear
My lonely nights are through, dear
Since you said you were mine
What a difference a day makes
There's a rainbow before me
Skies above can't be stormy
Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss
It's heaven when you find
romance on your menu
What a difference a day made
And the difference is you
What a difference a day makes
There's a rainbow before me
Skies above can't be stormy
Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss
It's heaven when you
find romance on your menu
What a difference a day made
And the difference is you
Maria Grever
Argentina:
"Reality", by Coca y Eduardo Silveira
Se que todo fue real
que juntos con amor
supimos comprender.
Se que toda la ilusion
de estar juntos los tres
se dio por fin, que bien!
Con tu idea de mirar
la luna, el sol, la flor,
con toda intensidad,
compartimos tus amigos
y en ellos encontramos
una amistad sin par
Nuestro encuentro fue divino
tan ansiado y disfrutado
fueron tantas alegrias
que no olvidaremos mas...
Esta hermosa realidad,
pasaendo sin cesar
a orillitas del mar.
USA
"People", by Bob Merrill
People, people who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world.
We're children,
needing other children
And yet letting our grown-up pride
hide all the need inside,
Acting more like children
than children.
Lovers are very special people,
They're the luckiest people in the world.
With one person, one very special person,
A feeling deep in your soul...
Says you were half, now you're whole.
No more hunger and thirst,
But first, be a person who needs people.
People who need people are the luckiest people in the world.
With one person,
one very special person,
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half,
now you're whole.
No more hunger and thirst,
But first, be a person who needs people.
People who need people
are the luckiest people in the world.
"Shadow of your smile", by J. Mandel
"The Shadow of your smile"
Guillermo Silveira's version
The shadow of your smile
when you are gone
it color of my dreams
and light the dawn.
Look in to my eyes
my love and see
all the lovely things
you are to me.
Our little twinkle star
when up so hight.
A tear drop kissed your leaps
and so did I
Now when I remember you
and all the joy our Love may bring
I am still remembering
the shadow of your smile.
J. Mandel
The Shadow Of Your Smile
Performed by Tony Bennett
The shadow of your smile when you are gone
The color on my dreams and light the dawn
Look into my eyes my love and see
All the lovely things you are to me
Our wistful little star was far too high
A teardrop kissed your lips and so did I
Now when I remember spring
All the joy and love can bring
I will be remembering the shadow of your smile
Encore, and if Sinatra would be argentine:
Strangers in The Night Lyrics:Writer(s): Kaempfert/Singleton/Snyder
Strangers in the night exchanging glances
Wond’ring in the night What were the chances
we’d be sharing love before the night was through.
Something in your eyes was so inviting,
Something in you smile was so exciting,
Something in my heart,
Told me I must have you.
Strangers in the night, two lonely people
We were strangers in the night
Up to the moment
When we said our first hello.
Little did we know
Love was just a glance away,
A warm embracing dance away and -
Ever since that night we’ve been together.
Lovers at first sight, in love forever.
It turned out so right,
For strangers in the night.

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